Under the Bed

submitted by: David Minkoff

Shimon has a problem. In fact he’s had a problem for so long that it’s beginning to worry him to death. Finally, he decides he has to do something about it and goes to see Dr. Bloom, his local psychiatrist.

"Oy, doctor, have I got a problem," says Shimon. "Every night, when I get into my bed, I think there's a crazy person under it ready to do me some serious harm. I'm going meshugga with fear. Please help me."

"Don’t worry, Shimon," says Dr. Bloom, "I can cure you of your fears, but it will not happen overnight."

"Well," replies Shimon, "As I told you then, your fees were really too high for me. And then my rabbi gave me the cure for nothing. I was so happy to have saved all that money that I went on a week’s holiday to Tel Aviv."

"So how, may I ask, did your rabbi cure you?" asks Dr. Bloom.

"Easy," replies Shimon, "he told me to cut the legs off my bed. It’s now so low that nobody can get under it."